"Up from his swampland, sliding silently Toward that gold-shining hall."
"Out from the marsh, from the foot of misty Hills and bogs, bearing God's hatred, Grendel came, hoping to kill Anyone he could trap on this trip to high Herot.
"Then he stopped, seeing the hall Crowded with sleeping warriors, stuffed With rows of young soldiers resting together. And his heart laughed, he relished the sight..."
"Human Eyes were watching his evil steps, Waiting to see his swift hard claws.
"They could hack at Grendel From every side, trying to open A path for his evil soul, but their points Could not hurt him, the sharpest and hardest iron Could not scratch at his skin, for that sin-stained demon Had bewitched all men's weapons, laid spells That blunted every mortal man's blade."
"The monster's hatred rose higher, But his power had gone. He twisted in pain, And the bleeding sinews deep in his shoulder Snapped, muscle and bone split And broke."
"I touch the door with my fingertips and it bursts, for all it's fire-forged bands-it jumps away like a terrified deer..."
"I plunge into the silent, hearth-lit hall with a laugh that I wouldn't much care too wake up too myself."
"The geats are stones, and whether it's because they're numb with terror or stiff from too much mead, I cannot tell."
"I am swollen with excitement, blood lust and joy and a strange fear that mingle in my chest like the twisting rage of a bone fire."
"...his hand still closed like a dragon's jaw on mine...My whole arm's on fire, incredible, searing pain- it's as if his crushing fingers are charged like fangs with poison."
"He has wings. Is it possible? And yet it is true: out of his shoulders come terrible fiery wings."